If it is at all possible, Grell Sutcliff has managed to fool everyone yet again. Upon his visitation with Dr. Robin, he was apparently the same as ever—the demon inside having gone nowhere. Any indication of his odd behavior yesterday had completely vanished in the last thirteen hours.
Then again, it is not entirely surprising to me. Grell Sutcliff constantly proclaims his 'acting prowess', and I believe that yesterday's odd behavior was part of his 'performance'. If that is the case, he was acting in poor taste. However, I cannot help but to speculate whether or not his act was yesterday or his apparently customary comportment today.
With all aspects of Officer Sutcliff set aside, I am surprised that I was given an invitation to an office party in Human Resources tomorrow from Ronald Knox. I have no interest in attending, but I am curious as to why he would bother giving me an invitation. I suspect it was some plot deviated by Sutcliff, and there shall be something awaiting me there if I am to come.
And now I find myself speaking of Sutcliff once again, and I am confused as to why this is? Why am I so concerned with the wellbeing of my officer? Part of me hopes that it is only concern so that I will not have to fill out more paperwork. Ironic that a former Puritan would complain of more work, but then again, it was being such that got me in this mess in the first place.
As I sit here in my office, long after I was scheduled to leave, I find myself conjecturing just when I started caring about that certain red-haired subordinate who has made himself a constant in my life. Perhaps, it is because I do not favor nor accept change; if Sutcliff were to precipitously change personality again, scythe help us all. However, I cannot help but wonder whether or not this odd concern is something more. I can assume that it could be an odd sense of friendship that has slowly (and grudgingly) developed over the course of the years elapsed, or it is my duty as a supervisor to oversee the health and well-being of my officers.
Surely, it couldn't be more than that, right?
Now I wonder whether or not coming to such a party shall provide insight into this odd turn of events. If Sutcliff does appear, perhaps it will be a more casual setting to inquire about his mental state.
I shall ponder on it tonight and decide in the morning. For now I must return home where a bed that has long eluded me today is awaiting.
William